Cid loved when a plan wasn't much of a plan at all. Undead? he hadn't encountered before, but he wagered by the look of them what were staggering about, but also not going down when they should, they were something like Akashic, and he could handle that well enough. Whether they'd been good men or not in a past life, the only thing to be done for them then was being put down, and he could manage that.
He tossed the remains of his cigarillo to the deck, rubbing it out beneath his boot as he drew one of the swords from his belt. He wasn't about to jump into the water and wade in, not yet, but he was ready to vault that rail when the Milk Run got a bit closer.
"Aye, that's one way to go about it. Save some for the rest of us, lass!"
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Date: 2025-03-14 12:24 am (UTC)He tossed the remains of his cigarillo to the deck, rubbing it out beneath his boot as he drew one of the swords from his belt. He wasn't about to jump into the water and wade in, not yet, but he was ready to vault that rail when the Milk Run got a bit closer.
"Aye, that's one way to go about it. Save some for the rest of us, lass!"